Single Father Sheriff. Carol Ericson

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      “Nothing to be sorry about.” He gave her a final squeeze before releasing her. “What happened in the house to send you out here like a bat outta hell?”

      She wedged two trembling fingers against her temple and released a shaky laugh. “You’re not going to believe it.”

      Raising one eyebrow, he cocked his head. “Try me.”

      “S-spider.” She waved one arm behind her, the other hand still firmly tucked into her front pocket. “I have an irrational fear of spiders. I know it’s ridiculous, but I guess that’s why it’s irrational. A big, brown one crawled across my hand. Freaked me out. I should’ve just killed the sucker. Now I don’t know where he is. He could be anywhere in there.”

      As the words tumbled from her lying lips, he narrowed his eyes.

      She trailed off and cleared her throat. “Anyway, I told you it was silly.”

      “We all have our phobias.” He lifted one shoulder, and then extended his arms. “After that introduction, we should probably backtrack. I’m Sheriff Sloane.”

      “Kendall Rush, Sheriff. Nice to meet you. I’m Cass Teagan’s niece, and I’m here to sell her place.”

      “I know. That’s why I’m here.” He gestured toward the front door, which yawned open behind the screen door that had banged back into place after Kendall’s flight from the...spider. “Can I talk to you inside?”

      “Of course.”

      She rubbed her arms as if noticing the chill in the soggy air for the first time.

      When she didn’t make a move, he said, “After you.”

      She spun on the toes of her sneakers and scuffed her feet toward the steps with as much enthusiasm as someone going to meet her greatest fear—and it had nothing to do with spiders.

      He followed her, the sway of her hips in the tight denim making his mouth water—even though she was a liar.

      She opened the screen door and turned suddenly. His gaze jumped to her face.

      Her eyes widened for a nanosecond. Had she busted him? He didn’t even know if she had a husband waiting on the other side of the threshold. The good citizens of Timberline probably could’ve told him, but that piece of information hadn’t concerned him—before.

      Standing against the screen door, she held it wide. “You first.”

      “Still afraid that spider’s going to jump out at you?”

      Her nostrils flared. “Better you than me.”

      Something had her spooked and she hadn’t gotten over it yet.

      He patted the weapon on his hip. “I got him covered if he does.”

      “Even I’d consider that overkill for a spider.”

      He brushed past her into the house, and a warm musky scent seeped into his pores. He had the ridiculous sensation that Kendall Rush was luring him into a trap—like a fly to a spider’s web.

      The dusty mustiness of the room closed around him, replacing the seductive smell of musk and even overpowering the pine scent from outside. His nose twitched and he sneezed.

      “I’m sorry. I haven’t had time to clean up ten months’ worth of dust in here yet.” She plucked a tissue from a box by the window and waved it at him.

      “Why don’t you open a couple of windows?” He scanned the room, cluttered with boxes of varying degrees of emptiness, his gaze zeroing in on a cabinet with an open drawer, papers scattered around it.

      “There was a breeze this morning, and I thought opening the window would stir up the dust and make it worse.” She walked backward to the cabinet and leaned against it, shutting the drawer with her hip in the process.

      “Hope to trap him in there?”

      A quick blush pulsed in her cheeks. “What?”

      “The spider.” He pointed to the cabinet she seemed to be trying to block with her slight frame. “It looks like you were going through that drawer when you discovered him.”

      The line of her jaw hardened. “I was going through the drawer, but the spider crawled on my hand while I was carrying one of the boxes.”

      He looked at the neat row of boxes, not one dropped in haste, and shrugged. If she wanted to continue lying to him about what gave her such a scare that she’d run headlong out of the house and into his arms, he’d leave it to her. He hadn’t minded the introduction at all.

      “If I happen to see him or any of his brethren, I’ll introduce him to the bottom of my boot.” He tipped his hat from his head and ran a hand through his hair. “Now, can I ask you a few questions, Ms. Rush?”

      “All right, but I can’t help you.”

      “That’s a quick judgment when you haven’t even heard the questions yet.” He put his hat on the top of a box filled with books. “Is there someplace else we can talk so I don’t have a sneezing fit?”

      “I cleaned up the kitchen pretty thoroughly. Do you want something to drink while we talk?”

      “Just water.” He followed her into the kitchen, keeping his eyes on the back of her head this time, although the way her dark hair shimmered down her back was just as alluring as her other assets.

      She cranked on the faucet and plucked a glass from an open cupboard. “That’s one thing I miss about living in Timberline, maybe the only thing—the tap water. It’s as good as anything in a bottle.”

      “It is.” He took the glass from her and held it up to the light from the kitchen window. He then swirled it like a fine wine and took a sip.

      She pulled a chair out from the small kitchen table stationed next to a side door that led to a plain cement patio. She perched on the edge, making it clear that she was ready to get this interview over with before it even started.

      She kicked out the chair on the other side of the table. “Have a seat.”

      He placed his glass on the table and sank into the chair, stretched his legs to the side and pulled a notepad from his pocket. “You obviously know I’m interested in asking you questions about the kidnapping of your sister.”

      She drummed her fingers on the table. “Did Wyatt Carson tell you I was out here?”

      “No. I heard you’d arrived yesterday—just local gossip.”

      She rolled her eyes, apparently not believing his lie any more than he believed hers. “Okay. Ask away, but you’re asking me about something that happened a long time ago.”

      “A traumatic event.”

      “Exactly, I’ve squished down a lot of those memories, and I’m not inclined to dredge them up.”

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